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They take advantage of him all of the time |
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Their fingers rape his cavities |
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Proven for a hidden cliche |
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He's a fruit that got in gravity's way |
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He's the first to tell you he's full of shit |
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Like thats half a compliment for men |
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Though hes waking up in puddles of piss |
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He marinates his metaphors in them |
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And in this moment |
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La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada |
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They'll be falling in love |
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La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada |
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She takes photographs of people she knows |
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She brings out the best and worst in them |
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And god is buried deep in the folds |
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Of her fractured self and the lies that they've told |
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She used to laugh at everything old |
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It was a joke that never aged a bit |
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But when they robbed her of her infinite smile |
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She said maybe I'll just play dead for a while |
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And in this moment |
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La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada |
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They'll be falling in love |
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La, lalaladada, lalaladada, lalaladada |
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I'm right here and I must admit |
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I've been pining for you |
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Your my wish |
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When I touch my self I am conjuring you |
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From when we talk all night and the minutes are free |
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I just hope when I cast my spell you'll be falling for me |
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Because |
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Falling in love could be the first thing |
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Falling in love could be the worst thing |
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Theres no rehearsing |
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Retarded in love |